(James)
A couple weeks had passed since that day in my office when I decided to take my life back. The changes came slowly at first, but they came.
I started with my company. The board meetings that once felt like battlefields became easier to move around. I focused on the work, on the numbers, on building something that mattered. My team respected me for my decisions, not for what they read in gossip columns. That felt good. It felt real.
The first trip I took was to Barcelona. Three days ago, walking through narrow streets, eating at small restaurants where nobody knew my name or cared about my past. I sat in cafes and watched people live their lives without thinking about cameras or headlines. When I came back, I felt better.
Sophie had been right when she told me I needed to stop h
